Jul 2016
as i learned the hard way... it soon becomes a one-man party -
the moon just passed its fullness, the stars are out, it's a respectable
18°C outside, in the cool - the way being your own D.J.
defines you... missing the adverts on radio...
i listen to the radio for 30 minutes when i wake to
tell me why i started to collect my own music collection...
it's pretty simple... all the **** i own stashed i would't
have heard on the radio... makes sense...
and not being a thief makes your heart become astounded
by the choice - boogie on the windowsill -
or the Berserkers' roar when Pendulum's Tarantula came on
at a Basildon nightclub - you **** out the mental with grooves -
dance monkey dance - literature helps with that antagonism
of first person eyesight - enter puppeteer -
out of body experience you might add - but this is a Friday night -
and i just chose the black keys'
lonely boy to come on - boogie-woogie
50's style on the windowsill; if you want to know the secret
to just jovial attuning... psst!
hushed voice saying the words: we talked too
much. me?! i was perfecting my body language,
esp. in times such as these -
when the groove comes, the grump hunch ***** off -
or as said: apathy breeds no pathology -
apathy, the emotional answer to atheism -
i.e. no theistic engagement with deities -
but more importantly with psychological zoology -
give apathy a tenure of acceptance, forget treating
apathetic calm with an attack on theology with theism...
give apathy the calm, not the nihilism,
like someone sitting next to you on a train during
rush-hour... give it time... just a little... after the allocated
time, your apathy will to loving, even the atomised you -
no forget crucifying yourself as a show of repentance for
calling gentile women slags - he really was a foul mouth
prior to Golgotha - the thing that spoke with Moses
was a joker... this was pure choke-hot-poker-tongue-whizz-kid
of abusive comments - just read the **** thing -
some would argue these days that climbing Mt. Everest
is more applaud worthy than surviving a pseudo-crucifixion
(first attempt success in 1953) - given the depiction
was that he was crucified without the nails entering and
crushing the wrists but the palms... Filipino fakes -
nail the wrists... come on... nail the wrists in!
no surprise he survived - still... climbing Mt. Everest...
first time it was achieved was 1953... surviving a crucifixion
ain't that spectacular; currently? a one man party
boogie dancing on the windowsill.
the moon just passed its fullness, the stars are out, it's a respectable
18°C outside, in the cool - the way being your own D.J.
defines you... missing the adverts on radio...
i listen to the radio for 30 minutes when i wake to
tell me why i started to collect my own music collection...
it's pretty simple... all the **** i own stashed i would't
have heard on the radio... makes sense...
and not being a thief makes your heart become astounded
by the choice - boogie on the windowsill -
or the Berserkers' roar when Pendulum's Tarantula came on
at a Basildon nightclub - you **** out the mental with grooves -
dance monkey dance - literature helps with that antagonism
of first person eyesight - enter puppeteer -
out of body experience you might add - but this is a Friday night -
and i just chose the black keys'
lonely boy to come on - boogie-woogie
50's style on the windowsill; if you want to know the secret
to just jovial attuning... psst!
hushed voice saying the words: we talked too
much. me?! i was perfecting my body language,
esp. in times such as these -
when the groove comes, the grump hunch ***** off -
or as said: apathy breeds no pathology -
apathy, the emotional answer to atheism -
i.e. no theistic engagement with deities -
but more importantly with psychological zoology -
give apathy a tenure of acceptance, forget treating
apathetic calm with an attack on theology with theism...
give apathy the calm, not the nihilism,
like someone sitting next to you on a train during
rush-hour... give it time... just a little... after the allocated
time, your apathy will to loving, even the atomised you -
no forget crucifying yourself as a show of repentance for
calling gentile women slags - he really was a foul mouth
prior to Golgotha - the thing that spoke with Moses
was a joker... this was pure choke-hot-poker-tongue-whizz-kid
of abusive comments - just read the **** thing -
some would argue these days that climbing Mt. Everest
is more applaud worthy than surviving a pseudo-crucifixion
(first attempt success in 1953) - given the depiction
was that he was crucified without the nails entering and
crushing the wrists but the palms... Filipino fakes -
nail the wrists... come on... nail the wrists in!
no surprise he survived - still... climbing Mt. Everest...
first time it was achieved was 1953... surviving a crucifixion
ain't that spectacular; currently? a one man party
boogie dancing on the windowsill.
